it's good to be in love (it really does suit you)

When it's unrequited, or even just unsure, love dances dangerously from ironic to the veritably insane. Every day begins in a hope, most usually dashed by twilight. You walk to class with only one name on your mind; you anticipate chance meetings with heart racing and blood pounding. Doodling betrays your secret, too-long emails to confidant confirm it. For what it does to us, the very thought of falling in like should be banished. "Curse it!" I cry, on those darker nights, fully given to the romanticised view of heartbreak: all grey thunder and the rain lashing at the windows. But the truth is, we wouldn't have it any other way.

It is so much happier to be in love than without it. Without it, those long lulls of no one and no thing are more bleak than ever before. A crush, no matter how small, makes bright the darkest hour---and though it's somewhat ridiculous (if they only knew the power they possess!), simply your name said out loud may be cause for dancing. That name becomes a rhythm, soon becomes a song. Doodles chronicle mood in joyful spins or patient dots. The emails tell the story, detail to detail. And that chance meeting sets your heart on fire, bright and burning: you are invincible. The heartache will come, and the occasional grey day might stand in your way, but the end is forever worth it all. Being in love is simply a version of being in hope: a mood struck through with blue sky and summer sun.